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A lady is at the hairdressers, the stylist is one of those people who always likes to put people and the things they do down, but it was the only appointment available. The following conversation ensues.

Stylist: So are you having your hair done for a special occasion.

Customer: Yes we're off on holiday on Friday, we're going to Rome for our Anniversary.

S: Oh you don't want to go there, we went 2 years ago, it's an awful smelly, dirty city, full of uncouth locals. Who are you flying with?

C: We're flying with BA.

S: You'll regret it, we flew with them last year, seats were too close together, cabin staff were rude, food was awful and I would never fly with them again. Where are you staying?

C: The Hotel Bella Vista.

S: OMG that's where we stayed, the room was tiny, the bed was uncomfortable and the food was terrible, you'll regret staying there. What are your plans there?

C: Well one of the things we are most looking forward to is going to Vatican City to see the Pope addressing the people in St. Peters' Square.

S: You'll be wasting your time, we went, it was absolutely packed you'll get nowhere near him, hardly hear a word he says and be pressed against people on all sides, then struggle to get out through the crowds afterwards.

The customer is now totally peed off so doesn't engage in further conversation pays and leaves.

A month or so after her holiday she makes another appointment and books with the same stylist, just as she has finished the stylist remembers her from before.

S: Oh you were going to Rome weren't you, I told you how bad it was, I bet you regret it now.

C: On the contrary we had a wonderful time.

S: Humph, well I bet the flight was appalling!

C: No it was fantastic, the check in staff member was lovely, she asked if we were going for a special occasion and had we had been to Rome before, we said it was for our anniversary and when we said we hadn't been before she recommended some places to visit and some good restaurants. Then asked us to wait a minute and went and spoke to her manager. When she came back she upgraded us to first class. Lots of legroom, really wide comfortable seats, great food on proper china, free champagne, it was superb and was a great start to our holiday.

S: Well, what about that terrible Hotel?

C: It was absolutely great, the BA check in lady had asked where we were staying, we didn't think anything of it. But when we arrived she had called the Hotel and told them it was our anniversary. They upgraded our double room to a Penthouse suite with a roof terrace looking across Rome. Breakfast was served every day on the terrace, the staff couldn't do more for us and the food in the restaurant was sublime. And before you ask we didn't find Rome dirty and smelly at all, it was a lovely City with some of the friendliest people I've met .

S: I know you must have had a terrible time in Vatican City trying to see the Pope!

C: Not at all, we made sure we weren't too late getting there so we weren't too far back, everyone was quiet and respectful and were there to listen to The Pope like us.

S: You may have heard him but you still couldn't have really seen him up there on his balcony.

C: Actually as the sermon ended a gentleman in a suit with an earpiece in his ear approached us and said that after every sermon The Pope likes to meet a small number of people who have come to hear him and he was one of the staff sent to select those people, would we like a private audience with The Pope? Of course we said yes and went with him.

S: What? You didn't

C: Yes we did, we along with just 4 other couples were taken into The Vatican and seated in a large room then after a few minutes The Pope came in blessed us and spoke to us each in turn.

S: That's amazing what did he say?







C: Well he looked at me and said "who the f**k did your hair.
 
A couple has a dog that snores. Annoyed because she can't sleep, the wife goes to the vet to see if he can help. The vet tells the woman to tie a ribbon around the dog's testicles, and he will stop snoring. "Yeah right!" she says.
A few minutes after going to bed, the dog begins snoring, as usual. The wife tosses and turns, unable to sleep. Muttering to herself, she goes to the closet and grabs a piece of red ribbon and ties it carefully around the dog's testicles. Sure enough, the dog stops snoring. The woman is amazed!
Later that night, her husband returns home drunk from being out drinking with his buddies.
He climbs into bed, falls asleep and begins snoring loudly. The woman thinks maybe the ribbon might work on him. So, she goes to the closet again, grabs a piece of blue ribbon and ties it around her husband's testicles. Amazingly, it also works on him! The woman sleeps soundly.

The husband wakes from his drunken stupor and stumbles into the bathroom. As he stands in front of the toilet, he glances in the mirror and sees a blue ribbon attached to his privates. He is very confused, and as he walks back into the bedroom, he sees the red ribbon attached to his dog's testicles. He shakes his head and looks at the dog and whispers, "I don't know where we were .... or what we did ... but, ... We took first and second place."
 
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I’ll have one, and the sheep.
Seriously, I have other cars but a £5k electric one that’s plugged in 23.5 hours a day that I can take the dog out or get beers would be brilliant.

On the Continent 16 year olds can drive them, it would be great if we could drive them here after a few beers down the pub, see how many they sell then.
 
Seriously, I have other cars but a £5k electric one that’s plugged in 23.5 hours a day that I can take the dog out or get beers would be brilliant.

On the Continent 16 year olds can drive them, it would be great if we could drive them here after a few beers down the pub, see how many they sell then.
Just rent an electric scooter and wear a back pack for the beers or the dog. Sorted.
 
Pete & Sally move to a remote country cottage that needs restoration, to get away from the rat race. The only fly in the ointment is their nearest neighbour from some way along the lane is an old guy in his 80’s who keeps hobbling along to see what they are doing.
One hot summers day Pete is up on the roof replacing broken slates and Sally is taking advantage of the remote location to sunbathe nude in the garden. Pete looks up to see the neighbour on two walking sticks making his way up the lane, he calls down to Sally that she’d best cover up as the nosey old sods on his way.
Unfortunately Sally undressed inside and realises that if she stands up to run in the old guy will see her above the hedge and probably have a heart attack. She looks around and sees a triangular piece of old slate from the roof and thinking it,s no worse than a pair of briefs places it over her lower region folds her arms across her chest and lies back and pretends to be asleep.
The old guy finally makes it and looking over the hedge he looks around then calls up to Pete “ eh, your doing a grand job on that roof son” he then looks down at Sally and says “though I see that things have changed a lot since I was young”.
“What do you mean?” Pete asks.



“Well” says the neighbour nodding towards Sally “them was all thatched when I was a lad”
 

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